Pretty Far Cry from a Peacock
Andy and I attended Rob’s Annual Holiday party last night, and as predicted I wore pajamas because I wanted to be warm and cozy. Far too many people wanted to play Twister on my pants, not to mention Grope on my ass, but at least my T-shirt was by Marc Jacobs. (When it gets this cold, fashion flies out the window except in the case of fur and feathers – neither of which I donned on this particular evening.)
Andy, Peter, and Bob
Jeff and I.
A very jolly and ever-aptly-named Herb, host Rob, and Herb’s long-suffering companion Mark.
With the gleefully wicked Paul.
Me and Eric.
Me and Eric’s guy, Guy.
Finally, one shot of Rob’s mangy pooch Buster, who only got locked in the closet once, and in all honesty he was begging and clawing to go in, so we were really just obliging the dog’s wishes… I love the animals as much as I love the babies.